Here, we ponder the temporality of belief and the steady push of the currents beneath: the solid bridge, unseen below, is only held up by what continuous movement apprehends...
Shadows dance across the surface, realized always but not understood until masks are removed and the truth is spoken in whispers about which we never...... However, the essence flows and />
When beneath those myriad layers, one wonders what lies hidden — what treasures, what truths fervently seeking...... perhaps that which defines existence in its lucidity or in its sometimes deliberate vagueness.........